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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.