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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.