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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.