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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.