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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Au Pairs 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.