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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.