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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül II 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.