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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Swans,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.