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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.