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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Can,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.