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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.