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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.