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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.