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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.