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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
the Association,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.