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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.