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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.