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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.