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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
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.