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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.