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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.