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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.