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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
New Order,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.