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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.