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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.