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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.