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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 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?
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.