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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.