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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.