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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.