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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.