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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.