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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.