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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.