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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.