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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.