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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.