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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.