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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.