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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.