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 China and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.