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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.