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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.