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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.