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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.