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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.