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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.