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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '90s.
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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.