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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 oboe and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Brick,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.