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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
PIL,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.