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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.