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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Pylon,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.