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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.