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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.