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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.