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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.