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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.