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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Monks,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.