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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.