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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.