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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.