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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Swans,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.