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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.