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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.