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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.