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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Television,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.