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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.