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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Organ to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.