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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.