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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.