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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.