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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Organ,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Swans,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.