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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Swans,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.