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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.