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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.