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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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))),
DNA,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.