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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.