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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Swans,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.