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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.