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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.