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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.