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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.