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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.