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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.