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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.