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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Victims,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
World's Most,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.