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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.