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 Palau 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.