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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.