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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.