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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.