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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Television,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.