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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
cv313,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.