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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.