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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.