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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.