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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.