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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.