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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.