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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.