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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.