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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.