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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.