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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.