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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Main Source,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.