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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.