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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.