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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.