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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.