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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.