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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.