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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.