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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Aswad,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.