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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.