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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.