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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.