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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.