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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.