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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.