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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.