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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.