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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.