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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.