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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.