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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Cluster,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.