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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
MDC,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
PIL,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.