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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.