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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.