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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.