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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Television,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.