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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.