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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.