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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.