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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
June of 44,
UT,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.