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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Martian,
The Sound,
The Saints,
10cc,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.