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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Neu!,
X-102,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.