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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.