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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.