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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.