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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.