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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
The Sound,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.