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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Visage,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.