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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Index,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.