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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Monks,
Smog,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.