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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.