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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.