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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.