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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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?
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.