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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.