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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.