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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.