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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.