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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.