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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Moebius,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.