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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.