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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.