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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.