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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.