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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.