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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.