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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Wire,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.