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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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?
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Fall,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
JFA,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.