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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Skatalites 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.