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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Echospace,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.