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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Wire,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.