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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.