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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.