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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Technova,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.