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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.