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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Last Poets,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.