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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.