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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.