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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.