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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.