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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.