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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.