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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.