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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
the Slits,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Franke,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.