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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
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 Leaves,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Index,
Quantec,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.