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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.