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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.