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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
PIL,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.