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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.