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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.