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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.