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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Faust,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.