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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.