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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.