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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.