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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.