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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.