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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Can,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.