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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.