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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Josef K,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.