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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.