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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.