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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Gong,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.