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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
X-101,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.