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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Zapp,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.