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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
June Days,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.