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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.