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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.