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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.