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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.