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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.