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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Monks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.