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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.