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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.