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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.