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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Organ,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.