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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.