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 Turkey and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.