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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.