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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.