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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
X-101,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.