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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Organ to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.