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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Zapp,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.