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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Television,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.