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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.