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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.