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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.