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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.