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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.