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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.