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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.