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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Nico,
Crime,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.