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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.