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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.