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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.