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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.