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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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))),
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.