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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.