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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.