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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.