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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.