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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.