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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Pole,
Jandek,
MC5,
Cymande,
CMW,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.