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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.