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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.