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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Index,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.