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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.