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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Magma,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.