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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.