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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
X-102,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.