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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.