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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.