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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Inner City,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.