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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.