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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.