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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.