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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 marimba and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.