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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Q65,
New Order,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.