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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.