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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.