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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.