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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.