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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
JFA,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.