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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.