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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.