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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.