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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.