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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.