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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.