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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.