Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.