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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.