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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.