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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.