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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Television,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.