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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Magma,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.