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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.