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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.