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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.