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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Liliput,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.