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 Sweden and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.