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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.