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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.