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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.