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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
This Heat,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.