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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.