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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.