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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.