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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.