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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.