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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Cure,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.