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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Urselle,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.