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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.