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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.