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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.