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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.