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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.