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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.