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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.