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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.