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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.