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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.