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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.