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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.