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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.