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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.