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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
The Sound,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.