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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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?
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.