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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.