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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.