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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.