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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.