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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.