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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.