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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
cv313,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.