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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.