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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.