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 Zambia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Wire,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.