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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
MDC,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.