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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.