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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.