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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.