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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.