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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.