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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.