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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.