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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.