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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.