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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Organ,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.