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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.