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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.