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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.