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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.