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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.