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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.