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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
AZ,
Faust,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.