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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Swans,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.