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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.