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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.