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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.