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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.