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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.