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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.