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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Television,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Echospace,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.