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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.