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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.