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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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))),
MC5,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.