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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.