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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.