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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.