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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Index,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.