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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.