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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.