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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.