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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.