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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.