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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.