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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.