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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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?
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Ossler,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.