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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slave to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.