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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Chrome,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.