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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.