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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.