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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Darondo,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.