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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.