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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.