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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.