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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.