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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.