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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.