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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.