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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
June of 44,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.