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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.