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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.