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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.