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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.