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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.