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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.