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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.