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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.