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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.