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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
AZ,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.