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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Brick,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.