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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.