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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Index,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.