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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.