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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.