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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Halifax and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Monks 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 electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.