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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Smog,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.