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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.