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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.