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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.