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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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?
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.