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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.