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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.