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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.