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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.