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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
JFA,
Can,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.