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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.