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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.