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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.