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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.