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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.