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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.