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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
The Litter,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Monks,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.