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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
UT,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.