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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Names,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.