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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.