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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.