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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.