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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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))),
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.