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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
10cc,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Scan 7,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.