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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.