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 Togo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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?
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Brick,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.