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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.