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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.