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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
cv313,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.