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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.