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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.