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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.