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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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))),
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.