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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.