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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.