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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
ABC,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.