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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.