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 Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
DNA,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.