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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.