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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.