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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.