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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.