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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.