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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.