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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.