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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.