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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.