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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Television,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.