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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.