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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.