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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
UT,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.