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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.