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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
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.