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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Slave,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.