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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.