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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.