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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.