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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.