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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.