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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.