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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.