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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.