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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.