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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.