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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.