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 San Marino and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.