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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.