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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.