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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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))),
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.