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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.