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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.