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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.