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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Mummies 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.