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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Lalann,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.