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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.