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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.