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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.