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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.