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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Crime,
Magazine,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.