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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.