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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.