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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.