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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.