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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Magma,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.