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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.