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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.