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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.