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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
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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.