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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
UT,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.