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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.