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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.