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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.