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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.