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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.