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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.