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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.