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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.