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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.