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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Q65,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.