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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.