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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.