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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.