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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.