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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama 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 Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.