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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
UT,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
The Vogues,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.