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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.