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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.