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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
the Human League,
10cc,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.