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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.