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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Television,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.