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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABC to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.