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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
UT,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Nico,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.