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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.