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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.