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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.