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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.