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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.