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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.