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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.