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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.