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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.