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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.