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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.