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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.