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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.