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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.