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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.