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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.