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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.