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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Can,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.